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♪ See the lady in the street car lights ♪

♪ Colour a la Toulouse ♪

♪ Television and the red red wine ♪

♪ So won't you tell me ♪

♪ Won't you tell me the truth ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

♪ Are you old enough ♪

- Did you get the permission letter?

- Yes, but you got the J right but the rest of the signature

is nothing like my mother's.

- Ugh, no, my hand was shaking.

- I could tell, but it worked.

I'll be seeing you on Saturday.

- Oh, meet me at the boat shed.

I can't wait to see you.

- And remember, don't tell Gary that I'm coming, okay?

Why are you pausing?

- I'm swallowing.

(church bells ring)

- I gotta go but I'll see you on Saturday.

- Yeah.

(disconnected tone)

Advice, please.

- Oh, what's up, chicken?

- Well, say you know something

that your best friend oughta know

but it's about her boyfriend

and it's guaranteed to upset her.

- Oh, don't get involved.

- I haven't finished.

- Well, darling, this one is easy.

If there is one I have learned in life

it's don't get involved because you'll always get the blame.

Then someone like Elspeth Flemming

chucks a hammer at your windsc...

Anyway, look.

Whatever it is, you stay out it.

(jazz riff)

- Martin.

Martin.

- What did you want?

- Come see.

(jazz riff)

- What?

- They're reading.

- What are you two doing out there?

- It's very studious in here.

The two of you, taking in current events.

- It's a thing about how Nat ran over that bloke.

- Oh.

- I wish he'd died.

- Cheryl, that's a terrible thing to say.

- I just don't want Nat to get off.

Hope they lock him up forever.

- What are you reading, David?

(paper crinkles)

- Cricket. - Excellent.

- You know they reckon jail turns you homo?

- Enough.

(footsteps)

(ambulance siren)

(hospital PA system)

- Von?

- Hello.

Hello, hello.

(winces) Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You stay put.

I'm stoned.

- I suppose everything is a bit of a blur.

- Hmm?

- Do you remember any of what happened to you?

- No.

- Oh, that's a shame.

- Except I remember your husband trying to kill me.

- That's a strange thing to say (laughs).

I think you might need a bit more rest (laughs).

Yes, yes.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- Hey.

- First of all, Debbie's coming on the weekend

to surprise you for your birthday.

Second of all, we figured out how to get her here

but I've since realized we don't know how to keep it

a secret so you've gotta keep it a secret

and you've gotta act surprised.

Don't you wanna see her?

- Yeah.

- Don't think I've forgotten that you cheated on her.

And no, before you ask, I haven't told her.

Everything I do is for Debbie.

It's not for you.

Is that clear?

- Yeah.

- Good.

(clattering)

- Well, you should put your desk here.

- Huh?

- Bad chop suey, it should be facing the door.

- Chop suey?

- Yeah, it's where put the furniture in the room

for power and whatnot.

- Oh, forget the powers and the whatnot.

The board goes here so I can look at the view.

- Well, you're gonna need a fern

to balance that out, then.

- I didn't realize you were so the expert.

Do you think this is the right idea, doll?

- Well, darling it's the only idea I've got left.

Apart from joinin' the army.

Hey, thought you might like this.

- Bit early for refreshments, isn't it?

- Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I'll return at a more convenient time.

- No, no, no, no.

Give it here, give it here.

- You'll spill it.

(laughter)

- [Roger] Give it here, I won't spill a drop.

(laughter)

- [Pam] You made me spill it, look out, look out.

- No, no, no.

Oh, come here. - [Pam] Darling, don't.

- [Roger] Come here (laughter).

- [Pam] Give mother a hug (laughter).

- [Roger] Oh, we're a sandwich.

- Yoo hoo.

(knocking)

He remembers.

He knows it was Ferris chasing him.

Still got the shakes.

What if he presses charges?

Though I'm not even sure that Ferris did anything wrong.

- You're joking.

- Why?

- I'm sorry, look, that's not my business.

- From his point of view,

I betrayed my husband with another man.

Maybe, I'm still betraying him.

And because of me there's a man

who's lying with his body out of shape,

like a bug who's been smashed on a windscreen.

He might never walk again.

- (laughs) I'm sorry I'm not laughing at that

it's just picture of him.

There is something buggy about him.

- We had it coming, don't you think?

- Darling, don't ask me.

I just, I don't know.

- We were asking for it.

I was, I've been gallivanting around like a wanton.

- It's okay, now calm down.

- You know what I'd really love to say to Ferris?

I would love to say, yes, I like

making love to a man who's not my husband (cries).

I am a wanton.

- Now, sweetheart, look, at some point

you just have to pick a side.

And you gotta stick to that.

- You don't understand anything, do you?

(dramatic music)

- Mum's right.

Shouldn't get involved.

You always get the blame.

(dramatic music)

- Where have you been?

- Shops.

- You've been gone a long time.

- And I also went to Pam's.

(dramatic music)

- Does he remember what happened?

- Yes.

(dramatic music)

(waves crashing)

(knocking)

(door opens)

- Hello.

- We're here to see Martin Vickers.

We know Annie Bowen left work just before

five on Thursday.

We're trying to account for her movements

in the hours leading up to her death.

- When I left work, she was still there.

I was at home all night.

- You had no further contact with her?

- No.

- [Detective] And her emotional state...

- What's a carat?

- [Martin] I didn't notice anything unusual.

- What?

- What's a carat?

- I don't have time for your jokes right now.

- I'm asking a true question.

- Everybody knows what carrots are.

- No, it's something to do with jewelry?

- Oh, a carat, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, right.

It's a...

- [Detective] (mumbles) contacted you?

- [Martin] No.

- Were you aware that she kept a diary?

- No.

- [David] Mum?

- What'd you wanna know?

- I assume 18 is better than 12?

- What? - Carats.

- Gold, 18, 18 is better.

- 18's the best?

- 24, that's pure gold, that's the best.

Now can you please go away?

- Can I go out? - Yes.

- [Detective] You never visited her home?

- [Martin] No.

- She mentioned you in her diary several times.

There seems to be an implication you were

romantically involved with her.

- No. - No?

- No.

- [Detective] Several people from your work

suggest it's a possibility.

(dramatic music)

- Ah (chuckles), here he is.

He's finally up.

- Here's the birthday boy, my beautiful baby.

(smooches) It was just after breakfast

I went into labor, remember?

- Absolutely.

- Can we have a photo?

- Yeah, yeah, I'll get the camera.

- I don't want a photo.

- I'm making you a cake for tonight.

You'll be home, won't you?

And I wanna get you your birthday money.

(footsteps)

(rustling)

Don't let your father see,

he wouldn't like me giving you that much.

- All right.

Come on, Von.

Get in with him.

- Oh no, no one wants pictures of me.

- Come on, get in.

- I wanted to have a picture of my wonderful men.

You just look like strangers (laughs).

Just smile.

- I'm not gonna be in this photo.

- Gary?

- Come on, mate.

- You will be home later for birthday cake, Gary?

- Just let him go. - [Yvonne] Gary!

It's this whole accident thing.

It's got him... - Yeah.

(footsteps)

(film crinkles)

(car drives off)

- You're in her diary?

- I don't know anything about what she might have written.

- You're the man she was talking about.

The married man at work.

Martin?

- She had feelings for me.

But I didn't do anything with her.

- Did you want to?

- Yes.

But I told her nothing could happen

because I'm a married man and I love my wife.

I didn't do anything wrong and I'd like you to believe me.

- Well, that explains it.

I knew there was something you hadn't told me.

And I was right.

They don't think you had anything to do with her death?

- No.

- Good.

Good.

- [Teacher] Now, don't forget,

you've gotta be back in time for chapel tomorrow.

- [Debbie] I will.

- And, as always, when away from school,

you're representing the school.

And most importantly,

have a wonderful time with your grandfather.

It's never easy saying good-bye.

You'll be in my prayers tonight.

- Thank you.

- All right, now, go.

(door opens)

- [Woody] Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- Wanna go down the chicken shop?

- No, I'm busy today.

- 'Kay.

- It's Gary's birthday.

A few of us are going down to the boat shed.

You can't come.

- I wasn't gonna come.

But, later?

- Later, what?

- The, you know, stuff we do.

- We're not doing that anymore, it's over.

- Why?

- Well, because it was supposed to be scientific.

You proved you couldn't be scientific.

(gentle music)

- I like you.

- That's why we can't do it anymore.

(door slams)

(gentle music)

- Debbie, Debbie!

I can come! (squeals)

- What do you mean, come where?

- You know, I told Mum that you're seeing your Grandpa

and she believed me.

- Shh.

- Oh, Mum, Debbie's really upset.

She needs the support.

And now I'm gonna see where you live.

- Are you sure?

- We are gonna have so much fun. (squeals)

(gentle music)

(laughs)

- I'll be back in a jiffy.

- Where are you going, darling?

- I'm gonna get a fern, you know, for the chop suey.

- You dag!

- The police called.

Annie had epilepsy.

She was riding her bike home and had a seizure.

She fell into the water.

That's how she drowned.

- The whole time we were in counseling,

when I was tryin' to make things work.

- Judy.

- All those exercises we did, being truthful.

Putting it all together.

- Judy, the woman's dead.

She's dead, what does it matter?

- I'm gonna put dinner on.

(birds calling)

- Hooray!

(girls squealing)

Oh, it worked!

- [Debbie] I'm a criminal.

- Oh, yeah, but it worked.

You're here.

You're really here.

- We did it.

[Both] We did it, we did it, we did it.

- Hi.

- Oh, yeah, this is Nancy from school.

- Hi. - Hi, I'm Sue.

- Debbie's told me all about you. (laughs)

Hi Gary, Happy Birthday.

- Surprised?

- Yeah, wow. (chuckles)

- We've been planning this for ages.

- A plan of deception and forgery.

- I was so sure we were gonna get busted.

- Turn those lips into a smile and pash.

- Maybe not right now. (laughs)

- Oh, you two want some privacy so you can root.

- She's joking. - No, I'm not.

- Root? - No. (laughs)

- I'm gonna go to the shops.

- I'll come, too. (squeals)

- Rog!

Roger!

- Sorry, mate, didn't see ya.

- What, making out like you don't know me.

Jeez, anyone would think I'd run someone over.

- Mate!

- All right, all right, bad joke.

- But the bloke may never walk again.

It's a bad business if you ask me.

- And you reckon I should feel guilty?

- Well, don't ya?

- Yeah, I do.

But I'll tell ya what.

Fuckin' hell I feel lucky.

- You feel lucky? - Yeah, Graham's scratched.

No longer a threat.

Some other drunk asshole run him over, not me.

I got my wife back.

Mate, I'm the luckiest bastard on earth.

(slams hood)

- Jeez, what are you like?

- Come on, I'm rooted.

Give me a lift.

- Watch out for that bloody fern.

(Ferris groaning)

(sizzling)

- Judy?

Judy?

Where's your mother?

- You're supposed to knock.

- Do you know where she is?

- I dunno.

- What are you doing?

- I'd like some privacy, please.

(door closes)

(gentle music)

(paper rustles)

(gentle music)

- What are you doing?

- This.

This was about her.

- What?

- You were thinking about her.

- No, I wasn't.

- Yes, you were.

Admit it.

(gentle music)

- When Debbie showed me that incredible letter you wrote,

pretending to be Debbie's mum,

I give my daughter permission...

- [Sue] Yeah.

- So exciting.

I would never do anything like this and now

I've done it.

(water lapping)

So, you got a boyfriend?

- Not exactly.

- What does that mean?

- Well, Debbie wouldn't have told you

'cause we're best friends but

I'm sort of using a boy for sexual experimentation.

- (slurps) Aren't you worried about your reputation?

(water lapping)

Sue?

- [Sue] Come on.

(birds calling)

(rock music)

- Let me give you a smiley.

Don't be a chicken.

- No.

- You all right?

- I'm a little bit shy around people I don't know.

- You can't leave her with me all night.

- What's with Gary?

He's been acting really strange.

Has he said anything?

- No.

(girl cries out)

- It didn't hurt that much.

- That guy's a psycho.

- Oh, she's an idiot.

- Debbie, I wanna leave.

- You said you wanted to come.

(rock music)

- He's not coming.

- I should put it in a container.

I have some Tupperware.

- Or, we could eat it.

Just us.

(Yvonne sighs)

Touch the bottom, you have to say who your boyfriend is.

(Yvonne laughs)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's all right, okay?

It's all right (smooches).

(dramatic music)

- I give myself permission to cry.

I give myself permission to cry.

(gentle music)

(rock music)

- Oy, slag.

Aren't you supposed to be in jail?

- Parole.

(rock music)

- Who's she?

- Oh, that's Nancy.

She goes to my school.

- [Cheryl] Debbie Vickers, you moll.

- She's not here.

- Clearly she is.

- As far as you're concerned, she's not.

- If you tell my mum and dad I'm here,

I'll tell them you had an abortion.

- They already know.

Told 'em myself.

- That's my bracelet.

- Yeah.

- Don't go through my things.

- There is not one thing in your room that I haven't opened,

tried on or read.

Everything.

(rock music)

- Oy, oy.

Are you a lezzo?

- Pardon?

- Are you a lezzo?

- Rack off, Vicki.

- Can you count to two?

Hey, how 'bout four?

(rock music)

- [TV Narrator] The new baby porpoise,

not quite a meter in length, is fine

and it's mother is also well.

Hec Goodall is getting a big reputation for his work

with marine animals and the latest birth

follows only 13 months since Dolly was born at the pool.

But what makes this birth seem much more important

is that the mother, Buttons, is the first dolphin

to be reared in captivity on a milk bottle.

- [Man On TV] Buttons the mother...-

- [Bruce] Have another drink.

- (laughs) My face is numb.

(sniffs)

- [Cheryl] What a scrubber.

- Nah, she's not a scrubber.

She's just fresh.

- [Bruce] Where ya from?

- Deniliquin.

This small town.

You don't know it.

- Yeah, my grandma lives in Jerilderie.

- My cousins are from Jerilderie.

My aunt and uncle grown tomatoes.

- Yeah, I love tomatoes.

Have you ever eaten rabbit?

- Yes! (laughs)

- We should go for a walk.

- Hey Nance, come here a sec.

(Nancy giggling)

- He's so nice.

- Do you wanna get dragged off and

rooted in the back of a panel van?

- What?

- Stay away from him.

(rock music)

- [Nancy] Debbie!

- What?

- The lobster.

Ha!

(Martin sighs)

(rock music)

- You smell different.

- Do I?

How?

- Just different.

- God, I've spent so much time

thinking about being with you.

This is more than...

- What?

- I don't know, everything, just

the way you smell and your arms around me.

I don't ever wanna be anywhere else.

(rock music)

- Where's Debbie gone?

And Gary?

I can't see either of them.

- Are you real?

Is she real?

They've gone to work through a jar of Vaso.

- (laughs) What do you mean?

- You know, gone for a tear.

- No, I don't think so.

You don't understand what it is between them.

- Oh?

- It's beautiful.

Debbie and Gary are gonna wait until they're married

before they have sex.

(laughs) Nothing against you but,

Debbie is nothing like you.

- So, they're getting married, are they?

- Me and Debbie have planned the whole thing.

We've even drawn the dress.

(rock music)

- So what?

You frigid?

(rock music)

- You're waiting 'til you're married?

- Huh?

- So, when are you getting married?

- (chuckles) What?

- You've planned the dress apparently.

When's the wedding?

Am I even invited?

- You don't understand.

It's just Nancy.

We just talk about that shit.

- I'm sick of all this lying.

- What?

- Do you have something to tell Debbie?

- What's going on?

- The man you're marrying has done something.

(dramatic music)

He rooted someone else.

- Deb.

It was nothing.

(dramatic music)

I missed you.

- You knew?

- What was I supposed to do?

- You were supposed to tell me.

- All you think about is yourself.

You never think about me.

- Bullshit.

- It wasn't me, it was him!

- My mum was right about you.

(dramatic music)

- [Sue] This is bullshit.

- I'm sorry.

Deb.

(Debbie laughs)

(dramatic music)

- [Sue] Woody.

Woody.

(knocking)

(gentle music)

(light clicks)

- What do you want?

- Does it open?

- (laughs) What do you want?

- Let us in.

(Sue sighs)

- Hey, no. (knocks)

(window opens)

(clattering)

(rock music)

- She's completely out of it. (laughs)

- Where's Nancy?

- Can't have gone far.

- What?

- There's only so far you can go on your back (laughs).

- [Boy At Window] Come on, mate.

You can't even get her pants off.

(Debbie exclaims)

- [Bruce] Piss off!

- Bruce, get off!

Nancy, Nancy, wake up.

- She said yes.

- Piss off, Bruce.

Get out!

Nancy, Nance.

Nancy, come on, wake up.

(boys laughing)

Wake up, we're going. (sniffles)

(Sue groaning)

- What was that?

- I don't know.

- I think, did you just?

(both laughing)

Wanna keep goin'?

- If you want.

Oh, hang on one sec.

- [Woody] Everything okay? - Yeah.

(gentle music)

(waves lapping)

(gentle music)

(waves lapping)

(gentle music)

- [Judy] I know you've been drinking.

I don't wanna know what else.

- I'm sorry, Judy.

- No, Cheryl.

There are rules.

We agreed.

You've forced my hand.

I think, you're gonna have to pack your things.

- No, I really am sorry.

I would have been home on time, honest.

I was looking after Debbie.

- Debbie?

My Debbie?

- Yeah, I couldn't get her to come home with me.

She's at the boat shed.

- (stammering) She's not even...

- [Cheryl] She's a real mess.

- [Judy] Martin!

(footsteps)

(birds calling)

Martin.

Martin.

(vomiting)

(crying)

(gentle music)

- Hi.

Did you get let out?

Are you staying?

Debbie's here.

(gentle music)

I'm David.

- Hi, David.

- What's your name?

- Shut up, David.

- Her name's slut.

(spoon clatters)

(gentle music)

- Hey does she, does she want breakfast?

- No.

(gentle music)

(door closes)

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)